Adventure
Tales of the 8th light
Some people say money is the answer to all of their problems while others say that it's the cause of all their pain and sorrow. I, on the other hand, couldn't care less for it. But it provides for me and my family. My name is Terry Thomas, but most people call me Junior and I live in the Kingdom of Deroloc.
By Oshawn Jefferson Jr.4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Fire: Beginnings
Prologue There weren’t always dragons in the valley, and where her ancestors had come from, Zal didn’t know. It mattered little to her. She was a dragon, the most noble and majestic of Mother’s children. Her hide was tougher than the mountain and more beautiful than the wild flowers, why should she care about her origins. She would often marvel at her scintillating blue on light blue scales, so closely matching the color of the endless sky. Her kind was the oldest in all of Altara and pride and vanity ran deep in their hearts. And why not? They were the apex predators, masters of all and prey to none.
By Andrew Ruda4 years ago in Fiction
The New Age of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley…none that we knew of. My village lives a peaceful life within the blue mountains which surround us on every side. Our families have been here for centuries. It’s like we were placed here. We were born here. We didn’t come from anywhere else. Dragons are thought to be our creators. They are something our parents told us about as kids to teach us about challenges. “Be Brave, Be Strong, for when the world turns its back, we must rise to the occasion and endure the attack.” I have always wanted to meet a dragon one day. My parents told me that when I was born, I stretched out my limbs so far that it looked like I was trying to take off and soar in the clouds, so they appropriately named me Zweven, which means soar in my language.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Fiction
The passing light
The passing light There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There have never been dragons in the Valley. Dragons are a fantasy conjured up by many authors in the multitude of fantasy books circulating today. Yet, Zack could not call the animal he saw in the middle of the valley anything, but a dragon, and it was magnificent. As far as dragons went, from descriptions and pictures he had seen in fantasy books, this one was pretty typical, which defied any logic. How could authors describe a mythical creature with such accuracy. How could he think that this animal was typical for its kind? The thought made him chuckle. Maybe he was having a heat stroke. He had been drinking plenty of water, but the day was quite warm, and his friend Ben and him had been hiking for hours. The original idea had been to drive out to Banff National Park, walk far into the woods and camp for a couple days. Zack didn’t expect anything bad to happen, as they had mapped out their trip and made sure bears had not been sighted for a few weeks. I suppose he should have asked for dragon sightings as well. That made him chuckle again. Wondering why Ben was so quiet, Zack turned around to ask his friend if he could also see this dragon. Ben was fast asleep and could not be roused. Had he passed out from the heat? He quickly brought him to the shade and checked him for signs of stroke, but Ben was fine, just sleeping. That was weird. He looked back to where the dragon had been a few minutes ago and couldn’t see it. Too bad, as he just remembered that he probably should have taken a picture. Nobody will believe him now. Better take care of his friend then. As he turned around to check on Ben, the dragon he had seen was standing in front of him staring down with a look that could only be described as one of puzzlement. Zack tried to run, really tried, but his muscles somehow refused to obey. He put all his thoughts and energy into moving his legs, anything. He was succeeding at moving a finger when the dragon suddenly spoke, in his head. The dragon was speaking to him in his head! Not in a language he could understand, which ruled out the possibility of Zack imagining it. With an annoyed grunt, the dragon closed his blue eyes and Zack suddenly felt lightheaded. He was about to pass out when the feeling went away, and the dragon was once again looking at him. It was more than looking. Zack felt like he was being analyzed by that look. Like the dragon could see inside of him. When the dragon spoke in that same language, Zack was amazed that he could understand. What had that dragon done to him?
By Claude Malenfant4 years ago in Fiction
Farrin Whitefoot
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, only moments ago there were no mythical creatures of any sort anywhere. At least, that's what Farrin had been brought up believing. He continued to believe this even now, while his entire vision was filled with a plethora of said creatures. It wasn't that his mind argued against the evidence provided so thoroughly by his eyes. His thoughts never got that far. The part of him which dealt with logic simply curled up into a ball and decided that life would be altogether much easier if it switched off for a few minutes. Perhaps it would try a reboot? - Farrin's eyes were taking in rather a lot of what can only be described as nonsense. Yes. A quick restart was in order.
By Will Gosling4 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Keepsake
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Well, we’ve always been here, but we haven’t always been dragons. We started as tiny little specks burrowed in the ground, smaller than grains of sand, blind, deaf, and immobile. Our lives at this stage are often short; at a guess, more than ninety percent of us starve to death and dissolve before having the opportunity to produce a coherent thought. Despite being virtually invincible, we’re the weakest species in the Valley, useless and miserable little scum.
By TJ Freeman4 years ago in Fiction
